Right in the middle of chaos, and arguing, and tension, and worry, and busy-ness, and lists, and cooking, and washing up, and laundry, and school runs, and being a taxi service, and remembering everything for everybody because nobody else ever does, and the constant whirl that lives inside my head and the hassle and the bustle….*
And I look, and I wonder at this beautiful creation.
I take a moment.
It can be a moment with one or all of the children. It can be a moment with a friend. A hug. A cuddle. A conversation where we just get each other. A meeting of eyes. A shared understanding.
Or it can be a sky.
It is these tiny moments that are keeping me sane.
*You have no idea how much shrieking and general mayhem accompanied the writing of this short post…